4:00pm on a bench

Might my eyes fall away next to my tears

A pool to swim in

Feel as though i’m not enough of the person I wish to be

Leaves fall off and a tree is still a tree

The lively hood of my depression prevails despite the rays of sun and what is unknown

What does my happiness count towards?

Touch the sun pinned to the tree

Happy to be told what not to do, to have a master

Haven’t you heard 4:00pm is the new 5 o’clock

Have a beer and a shot

Watercolor sky

Holding your dog as you walk

Close your eyes, the sunset will still be there

Paint a moment for later

Be part of the folding into itself

Does a church provide the same comfort in the shade opposed to a sunny Sunday morning?

My buttons, a privilege to be pressed

Your tune is fucking with my vibe